I’ll just tell you, right now I’m struggling. I’m struggling with desiring some stability and security. We have moved eight times in the almost 5 1/2 years that we’ve been married, and I’m now almost 6 1/2 months pregnant with baby #2. Insert insatiable urge to nest, coupled with the exhaustion of being on my final lap of the marathon that has been the 4 years of seminary. I can see the end. I feel like the last 4 1/2 years have been one long crazy transition, moving every six months, juggling work, seminary, pregnancy, baby, living with parents, commuting. Right now I just want to curl up with my babies and never pack a box, grade a paper, or change addresses ever again. Ever. The place on my driver’s license where you put new address stickers is layered so thick pretty soon I won’t be able to slide it into that clear plastic sleeve in my wallet.
I found out today that we have some major obstacles to selling our home. I feel completely overwhelmed and desperate for wisdom. I have no idea what to do. We could move back into our McMinnville home, which would mean Jeff commuting two hours a day, six days a week, me changing hospitals and doctors a month before the baby is born, and commuting three hours to school for my internship meeting one day a week with a newborn. This does not seem practical. Our other option is let the home sit empty and risk losing every ounce of our equity if the house doesn’t sell in six months. Right now I’d like to just snuggle down in bed, fall asleep, and wake up in 6 months when Dutch is potty trained and Heidi is sleeping through the night and we’re in a home of our own that’s not for sale.